Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

outstretched hand.

Mo Jiujun on the horseback had a firm face, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, he took off his fine clothes and brocade robe, and put on a light armor, for the first time in front of people, he showed the arrogant unruly that had been buried in his bones for a long time.

Suddenly, Chu Jingran thought of the evaluation that Mo Jiujun received from Wurun not long ago when he was only a prince, and everyone on the battlefield.

He is the well-deserved God of War in Wei Linguo.

Before leaving, Chu Jingran had heard from Wurun that Mo Jiujun had many deeds on the battlefield, among which he focused on the story of breaking the wind with an invincible elite soldier in his hand.

Broken Wind, as the name suggests, this team is a light cavalry team known for its speed, with an army of [-].

Don't look at the small army of [-], but the soldiers in it are almost all the elite among the elite selected by Mo Jiujun himself from millions of lions, and later he went through his rigorous training and life-and-death struggle. In just a few years, he has trained this army of only [-] soldiers into a battlefield sharp arrow that can stop hundreds with one and make the enemy fearful.

Qingqi has always been known for its dexterity on the battlefield. In a battle, it is mainly responsible for reconnaissance, harassment, and cover. Although it has great dexterity, its impact is extremely weak, so Qingqi has never invested much on the battlefield.

But the Pofeng in Mo Jiujun's hands is an extremely special existence. Not only are they good at riding, but they can even block ten in close combat. Back then, Mo Jiujun led Pofeng to win countless battles with the four mantras on the battlefield, making the Western Zhou Dynasty No one in the general dared to confront him head-on, and it was also by virtue of Po Feng that Mo Jiujun won the title of God of War of Wei Linguo at a young age.

Later, Mo Jiujun inherited the throne and retreated to the imperial city, and Pofeng was also brought back to the imperial city by Mo Jiujun to garrison. Just now, the [-] elite soldiers that Mo Jiujun drew from the army were exactly the [-] elite soldiers of Pofeng. a part.

Closing his eyes, Chu Jingran stretched out his hand and gently covered it.

The moment the palms of the two touched, Mo Jiujun hesitated for a moment. The hand in his palm was unbelievably delicate, but it was different from the weak and boneless woman. Long and tough.

He closed his palms and wrapped them little by little in his hands. Mo Jiujun looked down at the person with his head down. The whole body of that person was still as cold as ice, but only Mo Jiujun knew at this moment that his hands tightly wrapped in his palms, But unexpectedly glowing with a softness like warm jade.

National teacher, are you also like this hand that I can only know the temperature when I touch it today, the exact opposite?

107. Your Majesty, Please Respect Yourself 10

Mo Jiujun was suppressed by Mo Jiujun's heart for the sudden appearance, and with the strength of his arm, Chu Jingran who was off the horse was dragged up, and the two rode together in this extremely intimate posture. ride.

After protecting the stiff body in his arms, Mo Jiujun restrained his mind, put his eyes on the front, and ordered in a deep voice: "The whole army sets out."

Thousands of elites marched forward rapidly, fighting against iron horses, kicking up dust, and only the sound of horseshoes landing echoed in their ears.

Because of the high-speed march, Mo Jiujun was worried that the man would fall off the horse, so he tightly restrained the man's waist. At first, there was still a slight distance between the two of them, and they gradually grew in the ups and downs. Little by little.

Mo Jiujun, who had always focused his attention on the front, was suddenly disturbed by the touch between his arms. It turned out to be a bumpy person who had been keeping a distance from him. His back was unsteady and fell on his chest. He reflected Sexually grabbed someone.

Although the whole body of the person in his arms was suddenly stiff, Mo Jiujun could still clearly feel that the waist between the arms was extremely slender and flexible, as if he could break it at the waist with a little force.

Chu Jingran, who was almost reflexive, wanted to distance himself from this dangerous distance, but he didn't want Mo Jiujun behind him to wrap his arms around his waist slightly, and while holding him forcefully in his arms, a mellow voice came from his ears. Come.

"do not move."

The warm breath was transmitted from the sensitive pinnae to the whole body, making Chu Jingran's already stiff body completely petrified at this moment.

But not long after, Mo Jiujun smelled that very faint cold fragrance from his body again.

It was not affected by the wind and dust along the road at all, and the light smell lingered on the tip of the nose, which made Mo Jiujun's heart, which was still crushed by the battle report, slowly calm down.

And at this moment, a light wind blows towards Chu Jingran's face, and he sees Chu Jingran's black hair that has been hanging behind his shoulders, and a naughty strand of it was accidentally blown onto the face of the man behind him.

Sudden touch, like the caress of a catkin, if there is a tease that is as gentle as the wind, Mo Jiujun felt an inexplicable numbness spread quickly on that skin, which made him unable to move. He raised his hand in a controlled manner, and grabbed the mischievous strand of black hair.

The ink-splashed black hair touches like silk.

Being gently held by the person behind him with a strand of hair, Chu Jingran